Lyrical Breakdown of F Cancer (Boosie) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "F Cancer (Boosie)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "F Cancer (Boosie)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Young Thug employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Young Thug's narrative.

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Aye, fuck cancer, shout out to Boosie (real spit) I fuck yo main bitch, I gave her cooties (slime season) Hey! Get it, all my niggas, yeah they with it 'Cause these pussy niggas hatin', they tryna knock me off my pivot I'm a boss, I call the shots, I leave these pussy nigga missing And I'm whipping like I'm gifted, you can catch me in the kitchen, hey (woo, woo, woo) I don't want no brown, I want a syrup bottle (syrup bottle) I put it down and then she started stalking (started looking for me) Popped all the perky, yeah a half-time (half-time) Lil' mama pussy soaking, yeah it's bath time (bath time) I put a nine inside a two-liter (two- liter) I'mma send her right back, because I know you need her (I know you need her) Stop all that fake shit, I show all my people (uh, what?) Shout out to Rasta niggas, those my people (zoes, ha) Put down my strap and use these hands, they evil Tried to be loyal to these foreigners, but I am a cheater (damn) Got, got a lot of followers, a perfect leader I like it icy, 'cause I'm not a cheap one (yeah) Babe make your booty roll (roll) I got a lot of hundreds, I want to see that tootsie roll I got a lot of partners, falcons like I'm Julio (brrr) We done got drunk inside this bitch, I'm Don Julio We tryna get wet from these bitches, so what you cruising for? (skrrt) My family depend on me, that's who I do it for (real squad) Of course I do it for my bitch, and for my crew fo sho (real boss) I do it for my jeweler, my ice off a fuckin' boat (real shit) You know the routine, lil bitch I'm private Lil bitch I'm hot, like I'm a Taki I knock it out, pussy, just like I'm Rocky (boom, boom) I got a bunch of wings surrounding my body (brrrrr) Get it, all my niggas, yeah they with it 'Cause these pussy niggas hatin', they tryna knock me off my pivot I'm a boss, I call the shots, I leave these pussy nigga missing And I'm whipping like I'm gifted, you can catch me in the kitchen, hey (woo, woo, woo) I don't want no brown, I want a syrup bottle (syrup bottle) I put it down and then she started stalking (started looking for me) Popped all the perky, yeah a half-time (half-time) Lil mama pussy soaking, yeah it's bath time (bath time) Okay it's bath time, just like a birdie (go Thugga) I cop a foreign, I pull off skrrrty (skrrt) Bitch is you worth it? You make me nervous (nervous) You rock them chrome hearts, you looking nerdy (oh my god) This ain't no fish and grits, but this that fish-scale I let lil mama be, I keep her good and well (I promise) Bitch I'm a O.G., I don't play that tattle tale By the time you dress me out, I'ma be in that Maybach I'm smoke that cookie dough, I drank that Actavis My life a video, I'ma let you caption it Energizer Bunny, (what?), you see these karats hoe (I see em') I'm Rey Mysterio, my life on HBO They didn't want me for nothing (they didn't want it) Now they want to suck some, and fuck some (hey) YSL ain't gon' cuff 'em, we fuck some then we go on to another one (woo, woo, woo) Yeah we going to another one, son (son, son) I got my gun, you better run, run, run (run, run) You know I got bread, like a croissant, son (croissant) I get em stuck up for a honey bun (yeah) Yeaaaaaah (Quavo!) I put ice in all my watches, came in it, Versace (ice) Perky, gas, molly, trappin', we got plenty options (trap) Her pussy water like it bath time, she wishy-washy (splash) And she gon suck and fuck me even when the feds watching (oh) I don't fuck with broke niggas, nah, we can't relate (no, no) I put water on that white bitch, I call her Ricki Lake (Ricki) Lil mama, she lost in the sauce, she need to get hit with the pause (lost in the sauce) After I fuck her, she run through the doors, and then I'm rejecting her calls (brr, brr) I threw a pack over the gate, to my niggas 'hind the wall (here) RIP Pistol, RIP Mike, I pour out the lean for y'all (RIP) Remember the days, I trapped out the bando, I had a thousand dollars (never got m's) You the same nigga that said I wouldn't make it, I put in a thousand hours (I got a thousand pounds) Aye Get it, all my niggas, yeah they with it 'Cause these pussy niggas hatin', they tryna knock me off my pivot I'm a boss, I call the shots, I leave these pussy nigga missing And I'm whipping like I'm gifted, you can catch me in the kitchen, hey (woo, woo, woo) I don't want no brown, I want a syrup bottle (syrup bottle) I put it down and then she started stalking (started looking for me) Popped all the perky, yeah a half-time (half-time) Lil mama pussy soaking, yeah it's bath time (bath time) Split this purp with me lil bitch, you know it half-time She wetter than the ocean, yeah it's bath time Lil bitch go bring me back some dollars signs And I'ma let you ride it like a Pathfinder (yup)